Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

sunlight thieves

i thought about it, the way
the light bleeds through beads
strung up, side by side
wearing them on my wrists or neck
what am i trying to reveal or hide
when i slide them on, i’m enamored
when they seem to steal light from the sun
but press the warmth of it against my skin
and at night when i remove their grip,
they lay undone, stripped of me,
do they feel naked without me,
growing cold on the vanity

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